In one handcrafted picture, there was a toilet paper roll jutting out of the top area of the legs. I chuckled to an ironic T-shirted, fedora-wearing father, “That looks like a penis.” The father looked at me like I had just cut PBS funding, “What’s wrong with that?” I don’t know, everything? At that point, Jack arrived with his teacher. TEACHER: Oh, you saw Jack’s artwork. ME: [Beat.] I did. JACK: It’s my penis. ME: I recognized it.
